Khione

Amazing?

That would not begin to describe Khione.

Her snow white skin

And iced blue heart

Made her the maiden

Any man would give their life for.

But she was not for the taking.

She was ringed to the mountains, the ice, and the cold.

Or so she thought.

Her eyes once the sky now nothing but a glazed winter silver.

Piercing beauty made her more intriguing

But if asked for her hand she would freeze a man in place

Immobilizing the mind and shattering their existence.

No one could tame the queen of snow.

No one would give up.

Her father Boreas,

The only man not hypnotized

By ice so cold it burned warm.

Had set Khione’s future on a silver platter

And given the highest bidder a bite of the lovely frost.

From the day she was born.

She was to be married to a god of warmth.

A resplendent man of fire.

But for what?

For his splendiferous looks and Khione’s to match?

It was heat such as his that had made her heart cold.

The reason why she could only love what fell from the sky in speckles of white.

But the decision was never hers to make.

As lighting always keeps its promise to follow a burst of thunder,

Boreas had never withdrawn from words spoken through his winded lips.

This prognosticated death on a scalp of vanity

That not even Khione knew would befall.

She received a glorious band of gold.

The scenic circle of love blistered as Khione slid it down her arctic finger.

Like herself, the rings looks hurt more then the reality that she could not escape.

Only the death of the Sun could leave the Moon happy in its palace.

Khione was a witty, frigid, girl.

With plans of deadly liquids dropped into a warm mans drink.

The first sip made his Earth spin.

Second made his heart stop.

And third made his fire die out.

As Khione slid the ring of fire off her radiant hand

She saw an outline of discolored blue.

Like Khione’s love for the scorching man,

The ring was a fake.

She resigned happily in her refrigerated queendom

And Khione's heart remained untouched.